Mr. Qingyun, who is destined to have noble people to help, seems to be really bad at present.
Huang Qingyun was lying on the bed, wearing pajamas, and her "decoration" was quite neat. However, after a closer look, you could find that this leading figure in the Chinese society in Luojia City and a business leader were not actually lying "behaved" on her, but
It's tied to the bed.
Huang Qingyun's face was covered with dense red dots, and the situation was a bit similar to urticaria, but the color of the red dots was much brighter, just like drops of blood, ready to penetrate the skin and burst out at any time.
Huang Qingyun's even kept twisting on the bed, her face full of pain, her hands clenched her fists and let go, as if she tried her best to break free from the bondage of the rope.
"Itchy, itchy..."
Huang Qingyun screamed, and the veins on his neck surged. He ignored Yuan Chengzi, Xiao Fan and others who came in.
Two women in their thirties in Taoist robes stood beside Huang Qingyun's bed with an unhelpful look on their faces.
There is no doubt that binding Huang Qingyun's hands and feet is to prevent him from "scrambling the itch". The strange itch brought by this head-reducing technique is not something that humans can resist. As long as Huang Qingyun's hands are free, he will be afraid that he will be in a moment.
In the meantime, he would grab himself to pieces, which was a terrible sight.
When ordinary nurses see this situation, they dare not stay in this room. No matter how much money they give, no one dares to serve Huang Qingyun here. Once they are affected by the art of accusing the head, no matter how much money they have, no matter how much money they have.
What's the use? Enjoy it without any life.
These two Taoist nuns were naturally Yuan Chengzi's disciples. They came here specially from Yuyang Temple and had a good cultivation level.
"Master!"
As soon as Yuan Chengzi entered the door, two Taoist nuns quickly came up and bowed their heads and saluted. However, their eyes were only scanned against Xiao Fanji's light saint Fan Le and others.
Why did the master bring so many outsiders in the middle of the night?
What's the point of Huang Qingyun's current appearance?
"Dad, dad, it doesn't matter..."
Huang Gaohui is a filial son. Seeing his father's uncomfortable look, he didn't care about anything else. He ran over in three steps, knelt down in front of the bed, and held Huang Qingyun's palm. He asked urgently, with two eyes
It's all about anxiety.
"Itchy, itchy... Gao Hui, scratch it, scratch it for me..."
Huang Qingyun was very conscious. He recognized Huang Gaohui at a glance, and immediately held hissing.
"Dad, please bear it..."
Huang Gaohui's tears suddenly gushed out, his face full of pain, but he didn't dare to reach out to scratch his father anyway. Obviously, this is not the solution. If the skin is scratched, it will be concurrently infected or something,
The situation will get worse.
"Gao Hui. Just grab it, just grab it..."
Huang Qingyun begged hard.
"Qingyun!"
Yuan Chengzi strode forward and yelled softly, his face full of seriousness.
"Uncle Qi, Uncle Qi, please, killing me is so uncomfortable..."
Huang Qingyun immediately turned to Yuan Chengzi and begged loudly, and a little blood oozed out of his eyes.
But it turned out that Yuan Chengzi was also from the Huang family and was also the elder of Huang Qingyun. No wonder he tried his best to the Huang family and even transferred the elite power of Yuyang Temple to the Huang family.
"Or what, that pill, that pill..."
Yuan Chengzi frowned, but shook his head firmly and said, "No! That pill is purely a poison to quench thirst. Every time you eat one more, you will consume one more point in your body. At that time, even if it can be relieved.
This will lead you to become an empty shell and suffer."
"Then, then kill me...kill me!"
Huang Qingyun suddenly stood up and shouted.
"Mr. Huang, don't worry, you can always think of a solution!"
Xiao Fan walked over slowly and said slowly.
"Who are you?"
Huang Qingyun turned his head, stared at Xiao Fan fiercely, and shouted angrily. As the leader of the Chinese business in Luojia City, Huang Qingyun was very graceful, but at this moment, he naturally went to the demeanor and temperament.
.
Xiao Fan shook his head gently, bent his fingers and made a "swish" sound, and an invisible true energy flew out and shot into Huang Qingyun's Danzhong point. Huang Qingyun immediately "hummed" and all over his body
A shock.
"Mr. Xiao..."
Huang Gaohui was shocked and shouted.
Yuan Chengzi waved his hand quickly and stopped him.
Xiao Fan's five fingers rotated, and the "hissing" sound continued to stop. Invisible true energy flew out one after another, shooting directly into Huang Qingyun's body. In just a moment, he tapped the twenty-seven major acupoints around Huang Qingyun.
Huang Qingyun, who had been twisting and struggling and trying hard to break free from the bondage, suddenly calmed down and could not move at all. However, the veins on his neck still swelled. Obviously, the itch in his body had not been completely eliminated. It was just because Xiao Fan Gaoming
The incomparable acupoint control technique controlled the body and was unable to move.
At this moment, not only Yuan Chengzi and the two Taoist nuns were angrily angrily, as if they were in a dream; even Ji Qingsha Fan Le was shocked. After being friends with Xiao Fan for many times, he also knew that Xiao Fan was great, but he really didn't.
I thought that even the legendary magical skill of "making a hole from the air" was easy to use, which was really a magical skill.
"Aren't you watching a TV series? Six-Meridian Divine Sword..."
Fan Le, who had always been quiet, couldn't help but murmur.
Xiao Fan didn't care about everyone's shocked eyes. When he turned his wrist, a yellow talisman appeared. Xiao Fan pinched his right hand and muttered something in his mouth. He drew a strange pattern on the talisman.
The cinnabar figure suddenly became shiny and shining.
"disease!"
Xiao Fan shouted softly.
A shiny talisman flew out like lightning, turned into a ball of flame in the air, burning out instantly, a chaotic pattern as gorgeous as blood flashed out in mid-air, and in a flash, it shot into Huang Qingyun's forehead and then disappeared.
His body disappeared.
"ah……"
Huang Qingyun suddenly straightened his body as if struck by lightning, spread his hands and fingers open, and his teeth clattered.
"Dad..."
Huang Gaohui screamed in a hurry, his voice hoarse, and had changed his tone.
But the next moment, a miracle happened. The red dots on Huang Qingyun's face and arms gradually began to fade. In just half a cup of tea, they disappeared completely. Huang Qingyun's tense body suddenly relaxed and lay on the bed.
, opened his mouth wide and gasped, and beads of sweat as big as beans poured out like spring water, making his pajamas soaked in a moment.
Another half cup of tea passed, Huang Qingyun completely calmed down, his originally scattered gaze became energetic, looking at Xiao Fan with gratitude.
"Thank you! Thank you for saving my life by the Immortal Master!"
"Mr. Xiao, Mr. Xiao, thank you, thank you..."
Huang Gaohui even stepped forward impulsively, held Xiao Fan's hand hard, and said one after another, tears streaming down his face.
Xiao Fan was far from that happy, frowned slightly, and whispered: "Mr. Huang, I just temporarily suppressed the blood poison and let it delay the attack. It is not that simple to completely resolve it!"
With Huang Qingyun here, Xiao Fan no longer called Huang Gaohui "Mr. Huang" to avoid confusion.
"Mr. Xiao, you must have a way, right, right? As long as you can save my father, no matter what the conditions are, I agree... As long as I can do it, any conditions are fine..."
Huang Gaohui was extremely excited and kept saying.
He also knew that Xiao Fan was telling the truth. This blood-descending technique was so evil. No matter how powerful Xiao Fan was, it would not be so easy to solve. However, no matter what, the magic that Xiao Fan had just shown made Huang Gaohui see.
Even if there is only a glimmer of hope, we must try our best to seize the vitality and never give up.
Unlike Huang Qingyun and Huang Gaohui and his son's excitement, since Xiao Fan sacrificed the talisman, Yuan Chengzi began to be dazed, his eyes fixed and forward. He didn't know what he was thinking, but in a moment, a little bit of it oozed out of his forehead and nose.
Beads of sweat.
"Mr. Xiao..."
I don’t know how long it took to be dumb, but Yuan Chengzi suddenly returned from the realm of nothingness, and shouted in a hoarse voice.
"Yuan Chengzhen?"
"Mr. Xiao, ask you about someone... What is the relationship between Zhishui Patriarch of Wujimen and Zhenren Zhao Zhishui from Zhenren?"
Xiao Fan smiled softly and said, "Does Yuan Chengzhen also know my master?"
"Master? Master Zhishui is your master?"
Yuan Chengzi yelled regardless of his demeanor, his eyes widened, and his master was incredible.
"It's the teacher!"
Ji Qingsha smiled and said, "Zu Cheng Zhenren, Xiao Fan is the descendant of the robe and bowl of the ancestor Zhishui, and the real person of the contemporary head of Wuji Sect."
"I see……"
Yuan Chengzi looked at Xiao Fan blankly for a while, then muttered to himself, and a look of sudden enlightenment appeared on his face.
"Yuan Chengzhen met my master?"
"Acquaintance is not just acquaintance!"
Yuan Chengzi suddenly burst into laughter, and his laughter was very happy.
Everyone looked at him in horror, wondering what happened, which made this always majestic and profound contemporary host of Yuyang Temple so incompetent.
"Zhengren Xiao, I received great kindness from the ancestor Zhishui and received personal advice from him. Speaking of which, I can be considered half of the disciple of the ancestor. Over the years, I have been thinking about the elder's kindness, but I didn't expect that I would
It’s really a fate to meet his legitimate disciple here... Xiao Zhenren, Master Zhishui... Is he okay?"
As he said that, his face showed a look of anxiety and anxiety, as if he was afraid of saying anything unlucky from Xiao Fan's mouth.
The ancestor Zhishui is really too old, so he must be at least over 100 years old this year. Although his magic is profound and his internal strength is profound, birth, old age, sickness and death are natural laws.
"Thank you for your concern. Master, he is very good, and he is still traveling outside but has not returned."
"Cloud travel?"
Yuan Chengzi was stunned again.
For monks, Yunyou is normal; but for a centenarian, Yunyou is too "weird".
"I am really worthy of being a god..."
After a long shock, Yuan Chengzi shook his head gently, sighed, and said, his face full of relief and admiration. (To be continued...)